Page 81 of Tempting Fate

Oh you… “I’m not scared.” We talked about sex plenty. This was no different.

His hands crept downwards, stroking my lower belly. “So answer me. Did you take care of yourself earlier?”

I shivered. My clit throbbed with need, the slow, ever-present warmth in my pussy blazing into something urgent. I turned to face him, still cradled in the circle of his arms. “You know I did.”

His nostrils flared. “Did it help?”

Had it fuck.

“You could look after yourself now. If you want.” His fingers played over my sides, kneading me with the steady pressure I liked.

I could what? But I’d made him come dozens of times. And, fuck, I needed it.

Pulsing need stole any sense I had. I scooched backwards through the holoprojection to the far end of the bed and spread my legs wide. “You want to see this?” I stroked between my legs, unable to suppress a shiver.

His breath hitched.

Underneath his need for praise and willingness to please, Airida was a hybrid of two predator species, a fact I usually forgot. There was no mistaking it now. His bright eyes locked on me with such intensity, I felt like prey under his amethyst stare.

All the sweeter to tame you, kitten.

Never looking away, I peeled down my leggings and dropped them on the floor. With a slow breath, I drew my knickers to one side. Cool air soothed my heated flesh, but I didn’t want soothing. I wanted him.

Airida’s chest heaved. I drank in his parted lips, the way his tongue flicked out to moisten them, the longing and wonder in his eyes before they rose to meet mine.

“Airi...” My husky voice lingered in the charged quiet of the room. “Uncover yourself. Show me that dick.”

“Commara, end holoprojection,” he rasped. His eyes never left me as he flung the sheet off and shucked down his shorts.

His beautiful, hard length strained in the air.

Oh, he’d be delicious.

Leaning against the wall, I slid a finger inside myself, drawing out my wetness. I imagined how it must glisten at my opening, around my clit, as I drew small circles, gasping as I did.

Fuck. With the weight of his gaze, the sight of his body, and my own touch, I was going to come too fast.

The shy part of me wanted that. I felt exposed, like I’d overthink and lose my nerve and run away in embarrassment. Part of me waited for him to tell me I couldn’t, I shouldn’t. That I should have shaved. That I was a slut for displaying myself like this. To complain that I always had to be in control.

I forced myself to slow, to stop, to tease two fingers inside me.

He wasn’t Ben. Wasn’t Elora. They needed to get out of my head.

Airida liked it when I was in control.

I drank in his desperate, longing expression, thrusting slowly at first, then faster as I imagined they were his dick, how he’d stretch me, fill me, how those ridges and beads would light up every spot inside me until I screamed.

My clit pulsed, electrified. A gathering tightness rushed in, flooding me, stealing all thoughts and replacing them with only pleasure and need. I brushed my other hand over a breast, teased the nipple with my nails.

I came apart. Forgot everything. There was only blinding light exploding behind my eyes and jolts of pleasure sizzling through my core.

Airida’s dick strained and flexed, rope after rope of glistening cum landing on his naked chest. His deep, gasping moans filled the air, hands clawing the sheets.

Slowly, our eyes met. The air hummed with a shared afterglow, a warmth that didn’t care we were at opposite ends of the bed.

A cough from someone across the courtyard cut into the heady quiet.

“I’ll get us towels,” I murmured, straightening my clothes, unable to keep a smile from stretching my heated cheeks.